Fate (Chapter 4)
Santana comes by the next morning as promised. The only problem is Tina had to go to her shift at the cafe for a co-worker.
So, it's just me and Santana. And let me tell you, I am incredibly bored. We're supposed to be doing "homework" but I thought that had been code for "make-out."
I look over at Santana who's intently reading her U.S History textbook next to me on my new bed. I lean over and gently kiss her neck. "Let's do homework later. We have the whole day…"
I get a little aggravated because she shrugs me off. "I have to read this and then write an essay. Just let me get it done and we can go out later."
"But Santana..." I whine and start kissing her neck again. She refuses to budge.
"It's a test grade, Quinn."
I pull away from her. "Are you seriously picking an essay over me?"
Santana looks up from her textbook and she looks like she's seriously considering her answer. "Yes."
I scoff. "I'm slightly offended." As an afterthought I add "Who would have known super slut Santana Lopez was an undercover nerd."
Again she merely shrugs and answers me without her eyes leaving her work. "Tell anyone I'm a nerd and we aren't friends anymore."
Okay, enough is enough. She's doing her homework later and that's that. I shut her text book and ignore her objections. I straddle her so now her back is leaning against the headboard and my lips are already attacking hers.
I feel her hands wrap around to my back, pulling me closer to her. After a moment I pull away and playfully whisper in her ear. "Done with the homework?"
"Definitely."
Our lips connect again with more pressure. Santana plays with the hem of my shirt and then helps me take it off. I place a kiss on her neck and then place a trail of kisses across her collarbone. I hear Santana's breathing get heavier as my left hand intertwines with one of hers and the right one starts getting lower down the Latina's body.
My hand gently plays with the outside of Santana's jeans. Santana moans and breaths out "Don't tease me."
I laugh and begin unbuttoning her jeans when suddenly she pushes me off and I land on the floor with a thud.
"Jesus Christ, Santana. I knew you wanted to do your essay but was that really necessary?" I mumble. Damn, that hurt. And she made me take the Lord's name in vain!
I look up at Santana and she has a deer-caught-in-headlights look. I follow her gaze towards the door and finally understand her actions.
"Oh god. I am so sorry. I didn't know you were in here…doing that….sorry." Tina begins to leave the room when Santana speaks up.
It's the first time I've ever heard her speak with such hesitation. "It's not what it looks like! We were...uh…well you see…Quinn wanted to switch outfits. But I said no and she tried to get me to switch and obviously I didn't want to so I…kicked her off the bed."
Tina looks from Santana to me and back to Santana. "Right. Okay."
Finally I speak up. "Santana it's okay. Tina knows about us."
The fierceness I'm used to seeing Santana have comes right back. "What! You told her about us?"
"Well…yeah. It's okay. I trust her."
"You told her without asking me first? Quinn we haven't even told Rachel or Brittany! How could you?"
Santana furiously gets off my bed and starts gathering her books up and I quickly put my shirt back on. "S wait. It was when you broke up with me…I needed someone to talk to!"
Santana gets in my face. "We fucking promised each other that we wouldn't tell anyone unless we both agreed to it."
"Okay and I'm sorry. But I was hurting. It's not like I told the whole school! I told someone I trust! You're completely overreacting."
"Well if it's no big deal then why don't I go over to Rachel's right now and let her know what we've been keeping from her?"
I looked at her shocked. "You wouldn't!"
"You're right. I wouldn't."
I watch as Santana walks away from me and up to Tina. Tina's so intimidated that she backs up against the wall. "You better not tell anyone."
"I wouldn't." Tina whispers.
Santana tries to whisper the last part but I can hear her. "And if I ever find out that you've done anything to Quinn that only I'm allowed to do, we will have some serious fucking problems."
Santana leaves the house and slams the door on her way out.
"I'm sorry."
"What? Don't be Tina. It's not your fault, it's mine. She's right about the whole trust issue thing. But what she just said to you is just Santana's jealousy issues. I really do appreciate you for being here for me."
I hug her quickly and make my way to the door. "Where are you going?" Tina asks me.
"I'm going outside to talk to Santana. Whenever we fight like this she goes outside and pretends that she left. But she's always out there waiting for me."
I walk outside and feel the cool morning air hit my face. It's a nice change in atmosphere after the heated fight that had just taken place. For a moment I can't find Santana and it worries me that she would just leave.
Thankfully, I finally spot her sitting on the steps. I silently sit down beside her and wrap my arms around her shoulders so that she's leaning against my side. I gently lean my head against hers.
"I don't like her." She breathes out.
"I know. But you don't have to worry about her, okay? I care about you…a lot…and besides, Tina is as straight as…well something really straight."
Santana laughs at my lack of wit. "I'm not really mad at you, Quinn. I even get why you told her. I couldn't help but feel betrayed. I'm kind of jealous of her."
I scoff. "Like I didn't know that already?"
"Bite me, Quinnie."
"Only if you insist."
Santana smirks. "Oh, I insist."
Santana's smirk vanishes as soon as it had appeared. I look at her in confusion. "What?"
Instead of answering she takes out her vibrating cell phone and sighs. She answers the phone and turns on her fake-cheery voice. "Hey, Puck. What's up? Well actually I'm with Quinn…Fine. I'll be there."
"I'm going to go hang out with Puck for a while but we'll hang out later?"
"Sorry I'm going out with Rachel tonight for dinner. I'll just see you at school."
"Okay." She got up to walk away but I grabbed her arm. Like last time, she winced.
"Santana…show me your arm." My voice is laced with concern.
"It's nothing. Just a sprain from practice. I'll be fine. See you tomorrow." She gave me a quick peck and left in a hurry.
QF
I walk back into the house to see Tina watching TV on the couch. I join her.
"How'd it go?"
"Fine."
"Where'd she go?"
"Puck's."
"Oh."
"Yup." A moment of silence passes. "Tina if there's something you want to say just say it."
"Well…I don't think it's normal for her to be so possessive of you."
"She's not possessive!" I snap. "She just has some insecurities and sometimes she needs reminders that I care about her and just her. You don't know her Tina."
I cross my arms and stare at the screen in front of me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that…"
I sigh. No more fighting tonight. "It's fine Gabriella. Let's just watch some TV."
Tina smiles. "Fine, but I get to choose what we watch, Sharpay!" She steals the remote and changes it to Spongebob.
"You are such a nerd."
QF
"So, Rachel. How are things with the boys?" I ask between bites of my cheeseburger.
She shrugs. "I don't know. There are a few potentials."
"Spill."
"I have a proposition for you. I'll let you know about my love life if anything becomes serious."
"No fair."
She responds by throwing a fry at me. "Life is not fair Quinn Fabray. So, you're eighteenth birthday is coming up soon. Santana and I are throwing you a surprise party."
"Rachel! It's not a surprise if you tell me!"
"I know, but I remember you telling me you despise surprises."
"True."
We both laugh for a moment before turning serious.
"Rachel…hypothetically…if you had a friend and you thought said friend was getting abused…would you confront her about it?"
Rachel bit a fry. "Hypothetically, of course I would."
"But what if she pushes you away? What if she won't let you even look at her injuries?"
"She's probably pushing you away because she's afraid. However, in reality she probably needs you now more than ever."
"Thanks for the hypothetical advice."
Rachel looks at me suspiciously. "You know you can tell me anything, right Quinn?"
It pains me to keep secrets from Rachel because I know she's always honest with me. It literally pains me. This guilt…I hate secrets. I know I can trust her, with everything. But Santana isn't ready and I have to respect that.
"I know." Before Rachel can push any further, I feel someone sit down in the booth on the side of me.
My mouth drops open in surprise.
"Finn."